This is a song about "Speaking of food lets get high"

Cuz we see food differently, don't get ya cock stuck,

Bitch-made since 6th grade, he need his rope cut

Well, i’m flyin' over, literally, flyin' over cities

Lets creep, lets greet whilst debts wean into depths of seas,

Tatted upt.y.g.a. basically gotta cremate me cause i'm fly 'til i die

I get real high, you don't gotta ask why it's kind of obvious so don't even try

Im speaking from the mind, speaking out of knowledge, breathing god's air im feeling alive

Doin twenty to life in san quentingettin calls from my nigga mike tyson, ain't nuttin nice

State flow hard dick

Now lets get it started

You know if you was harder than me then you'd be lead

I'ld probably buy an #ounce of #weed and get #high for a #week

They gon tell you that's a lie, lie, lie

Buy some french fries, then i get high

Young money motherfucker we the shit

But lets get this battle started,